BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Zheng Fan was repeatedly thrown to the ground.
This made Li Fusheng somewhat surprised, and he couldn't help but ask, "Chief Zheng, your household general's martial skills…"
He meant that he had witnessed Fanli's prowess. Provided Fanli didn't use his vital energy, even a battlefield veteran like Li Fusheng was no match for him. However, the person who had taught Fanli was himself now…
Zheng Fan climbed to his feet and replied, "He just has superb talent."
Upon hearing this, Li Fusheng recalled how Fanli could often anticipate his moves during their spars, and he couldn't help but nod. "He must be a martial arts prodigy then."
"My Lord, there is something I do not understand."
"Speak."
Li Fusheng squatted down like an old farmer, untied his water pouch, and took a sip.
"I have been stuck at the Eighth Rank Martial Cultivator realm for a while now."
"How long?"
"Two months? Oh no, a little over a month."
Li Fusheng shook his head. "That's not long."
